Rolled to life by tiny anxious hands,
born of three tiers, given senses with coal.
I share the excitement of my new young friends
on a morning brisk from the first northern blow.
Delighted, now sorrowed by fleeting cold,
I cry cheek in shoulder through the nights rain.
Sadly, ever faster, I run away,
dissolving from existence in happy tears.
-dp-
10-5-12, Red Door. Sharon?- Good image! maybe "patted into', anxious", "patted and rolled into life by...". Kathabela- love this! vivid and while from the POV of the snowman, it has your feeling. Subtle- I cray cheek in shoulder..." Bryon- good first line. Tim- did not see it was Snowman's POV at first. Sharon- this one I like bot of yours so far, nice. Amir- nice, a nice POV. Liz-could be a children's picture book. I will go out just like the last two lines
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